by Amna Gohar (Late)
A lone tear,
How funny it was.
A blackened heart,
and sooty soul,
All soaked in sins.
And there I was,
At His gate.
Weeping,
Crying,
Wanting to be let in.
He opened His arms,
What an embrace it was!
Me?
No!
I felt ashamed.
I cried,
He was close.
I cried more,
He was closer,
Till He wiped away my sins.